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Roses are red
Violets are blue
When I listen to Pistols
My neighbours do tooSex Pistols Pretty Vacant (1977)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6GDdKrQ8EI
[img]https://i.imgur.com/sPF6zoE.jpg?1[/img]
A song for the city in Achat
[img]https://i.imgur.com/Dzddce1.jpg?1[/img] (1977)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAa5_z-PKl8
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No.54
There was a young gal called Joannajett
Dressed to the nines as you'd expect
She danced with young Skally
Xanna and Sally
While her boobs played the castanetsFrazey Ford
September Fields
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0GwAE1UatCg[img]https://i.imgur.com/rcgUljd.jpg?1[/img]
Amelia Curran Coming For Youhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dM1jr36G1kI
[img]https://i.imgur.com/Iwr9TMl.jpg?1[/img]
Paul Signac (1863-1935)
Signac painted large studio canvases from sketches that are
carefully composed of small, mosaic-like squares of color quite
different from the tiny, variegated dots introduced and used by Seurat.
He loved sailing and based himself at St Tropez. It is worth while
taking a look a larger image than this for the better colours and
overall image.Saint-Tropez, the Storm, 1895
[img]https://i.imgur.com/r8bkjKn.jpg?1[/img]
Toots & The Maytals Bam Bam
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n4WwW4hZ60
[img]https://i.imgur.com/MHT7da6.jpg?1[/img]
never forgotten TootsThe Late Wisconsin Spring
By John KoetheSnow melts into the earth and a gentle breeze
Loosens the damp gum wrappers, the stale leaves
Left over from autumn, and the dead brown grass.
The sky shakes itself out. And the invisible birds
Winter put away somewhere return, the air relaxes,
People start to circulate again in twos and threes.
The dominant feelings are the blue sky, and the year.
—Memories of other seasons and the billowing wind;
The light gradually altering from difficult to clear
As a page melts and a photograph develops in the backyard.
When some men came to tear down the garage across the way
The light was still clear, but the salt intoxication
Was already dissipating into the atmosphere of constant day
April brings, between the isolation and the flowers.
Now the clouds are lighter, the branches are frosted green,
And suddenly the season that had seemed so tentative before
Becomes immediate, so clear the heart breaks and the vibrant
Air is laced with crystal wires leading back from hell.
Only the distraction, and the exaggerated sense of care
Here at the heart of spring—all year long these feelings
Alternately wither and bloom, while a dense abstraction
Hides them. But now the mental dance of solitude resumes,
And life seems smaller, placed against the background
Of this story with the empty, moral quality of an expansive
Gesture made up out of trees and clouds and air.The loneliness comes and goes, but the blue holds,
Permeating the early leaves that flutter in the sunlight
As the air dances up and down the street. Some kids yell.
A white dog rolls over on the grass and barks once. And
Although the incidents vary and the principal figures change,
Once established, the essential tone and character of a season
Stays inwardly the same day after day, like a person’s.
The clouds are frantic. Shadows sweep across the lawn
And up the side of the house. A dappled sky, a mild blue
Watercolor light that floats the tense particulars away
As the distraction starts. Spring here is at first so wary,
And then so spare that even the birds act like strangers,
Trying out the strange air with a hesitant chirp or two,
And then subsiding. But the season intensifies by degrees,
Imperceptibly, while the colors deepen out of memory,
The flowers bloom and the thick leaves gleam in the sunlight
Of another city, in a past which has almost faded into heaven.
And even though memory always gives back so much more of
What was there than the mind initially thought it could hold,
Where will the separation and the ache between the isolated
Moments go when summer comes and turns this all into a garden?
Spring here is too subdued: the air is clear with anticipation,
But its real strength lies in the quiet tension of isolation
And living patiently, without atonement or regret,
In the eternity of the plain moments, the nest of care
—Until suddenly, all alone, the mind is lifted upward into
Light and air and the nothingness of the sky,
Held there in that vacant, circumstantial blue until,
In the vehemence of a landscape where all the colors disappear,
The quiet absolution of the spirit quickens into fact,
And then, into death. But the wind is cool.
The buds are starting to open on the trees.
Somewhere up in the sky an airplane drones.This woman presents the tv weather forecast
and has the most annoying way of saying the words
“take care” at the end. Those words that have eased
their way into our vocabulary like “how are you ?”
“have a nice day”, “enjoy the rest of your day” and
worst of all “sorry for your loss” are totally
meaningless. There is no thought put into the
bland regurgitation of these empty phrases which
are devoid of any sincerity. It is hard not to be polite
when someone says it to you in person, though I have
sometimes replied with “may the force be with you”
but when some muttonhead tv presenter says it with
grim regularity it is hard for me not to shout abuse
back at the dumb bitch. So, In you go, love.[img]https://i.imgur.com/N7NwN5U.jpg?1[/img]
Anyone who disagrees with me about these fake sentiments
please do tell me.Jimi Hendrix The Wind Cries Mary(1967)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3cYZlUqzKeM
[img]https://i.imgur.com/V07B7jU.jpg?1[/img]
Thao with The Get Down Stay Down
When We Swamhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjzKkyQoe1U
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That horny old goat, Rodney Stewart first sang this in 1971
and co-wrote it with Martin Quittenton
Maggie May Larkin Poehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e82oM5KL5as
[img]https://i.imgur.com/6Vr2L5Q.jpg?1[/img]
No.53
A horny young girl named Saffire
Was strappied to her lover's desire
She said It's a sin,
But now that it's in,
Could you push it a few inches higher?Love this one simply for the 1-2-3-4
and the drawling “cos I'm just a man” yeah,right Steve …
play it loudSteve Earle Here I Am
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXVY1MtrowM
[img]https://i.imgur.com/VLSwJQr.jpg?1[/img]
You could be a woman or you could be a man
Wear the glove on the other hand
Dr Dog Shadow Peoplehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_4_By9NJOc
[img]https://i.imgur.com/IfJjJZK.jpg?1[/img]
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